November, Day 4

Today I am thankful for a very understanding husband.

I really screwed things up about seven months ago. Badly. To the point that I seriously thought I could very well end up a single parent. We're still working through it, but he loves me, and he gave me a second chance. I do know, however, that there will not be a third.

I am trying very hard to be the wife and partner that he needs me to be. Some days are not easy, and at times I wish I could just ignore it all, but that is not an option. We're in this mess together, and we'll find our way back. Some parts of the journey will take longer than others, but I have faith that we'll make it. It may be slow and occasionally ugly, but we'll get there, and we'll be better for it.

Right?

it's that time of year

Where The Husband and I disagree about Q's shoes.

He says I buy him sissy shoes that are going to get Q made fun of or get his ass kicked by kids at school.

I say that they're mass produced Old Navy deck shoes, they're available for everybody, what's the big deal?

We've been having this argument since Spring 2005, when I bought Q a pair of blue deck shoes with a fun hibiscus print. That brought about an argument at my in-laws house, and my belief that my husband needs to let it go. They're shoes. It's a long argument, and there's a bit more to it than this, like my husbands belief that it's cool to wear Hawaiian print in the middle of winter, with shorts, to the mall, but that my son's shoes are going to get his ass kicked. One is cool, the other obviously not. It's a matter of opinion, and I've never known anyone to be teased about the shoes that they wear. I can't recall a single pair of shoes from any of my schooling that sticks out in my mind.

However, the magenta tights that Patty wore in high school, those I remember ....